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"i feel like laurence is just dead inside at this point tbh" — Mar 29, 2019 01:22AM
"i feel like laurence is just dead inside at this point tbh" — Mar 29, 2019 01:22AM
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"FUCK WAY TO BE TOO RELATABLE. "Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from / one boot to another—why don't you get going? / For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees. / And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists / of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, / I don't even want to come in out of the rain."" — Sep 24, 2017 03:19AM
"FUCK WAY TO BE TOO RELATABLE. "Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from / one boot to another—why don't you get going? / For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees. / And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists / of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, / I don't even want to come in out of the rain."" — Sep 24, 2017 03:19AM
Curran grinned back. It almost made the Conclave worth it.
“And she told you something about yourself you really ought to know: that you're beautiful, and worth loving.”
― The Will of the Empress
― The Will of the Empress
“I was a glaring blot on the perfection. But I didn't care: I didn't feel I owed him beauty.”
― Uprooted
― Uprooted
“We write in response to what we read and learn; and in the end we write out of our deepest selves.”
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“All my life,” she said, “I have been told ‘go’ and ‘come.’ I am told how I will live, and I am told how I must die. I must be a man’s servant and a mare for his pleasure, or I must hide myself behind walls and surrender my flesh to a cold, silent god. I would walk into the jaws of hell itself, if it were a path of my own choosing. I would rather die tomorrow in the forest than live a hundred years of the life appointed me. Please. Please let me help you.”
― The Bear and the Nightingale
― The Bear and the Nightingale
“This is how I think of us, when I remember our nights at Troy: Achilles and I beside each other, Phoinix smiling and Automedon stuttering through the punch lines of jokes, and Briseis with her secret eyes and quick, spilling laughter.”
― The Song of Achilles
― The Song of Achilles
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